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By Aluna Joy Yaxk’in When I was a little girl, I was anemic and subject to painful iron shots. My mom rewarded me after a doctors visit with McDonalds. I always ordered a hamburger, fries and small orange soda. When I grew up every time I felt ill, I wanted McDonalds in order to recover. Even after my mind knew McDonalds was not healthy food for me, my mechanicity need to be comforted was overwhelming. I equated a hamburger with feeling better and for a long time it was the only food that I wanted to eat after being sick. This limited almost 100% of food available to me when I was recovering from a simple cold. Also at the same age, I was lost in blissful ecstasy while eating a Baskin Robins chocolate mint ice cream cone (my favorite obsession at the time) when I discovered a family pet that had died. I don’t think I ever ate another chocolate mint cone again. So you can see just with these two memories how I have limited myself. The good news is that I got over them both! Mechanicity comes in many forms, from very complicated life programs down to simple ones like why we love jelly donuts or cringe at the smell of a certain flower. The older we get the easier it is to become fenced in with our habits and choices. We all love our boundaries and limitations. Our mechanicity makes our lives very neat and tidy, appearing to be civilized, but as Willaru suggests…it is not a conscious way to live. So if we are only eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the arms of good ole’ mom, maybe we need to look at our habits and patterns to see where we are stuck and not allowing spirit to work with us. If we are feeling stuck, disconnected from God and lonely, maybe breaking free from some of our repeating programs, mechanical behavior would help us begin a new path.
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